blue

Well, I have a couple of gray hairs. I haven't seen them though. That's completely besides the point. Saw this blog www.oktoberblues.blogspot.com . Of being a free radical, drifting along. I would write like this about six months back. Then people, ties, job wrangling you down. Losing focus of what you liked. Forgetting to feel light. I refuse I refuse. Life shall not be like this. It can't all be like squealing eagles piercing their beaks into you randomly. That's bullshit, anyway.
C is in Cal for five days, and we've a precious pocket of 9 to whenever - two hours, I think - at night, for us to feed and have fun in. A going away to Bombay, bloody her, and O is here for the moment. I want to leave.
Life must be lightness, am I in the wrong place. That blog made me remember what I liked. I wonder what'll happen to us, though. And the days trundle on, in their bloated consumerist way.
I want the Net. I want to blog deep into the night on my brand new comp. in a dark room, with strange music playing, and not worry about tomorrow since it'd be my off day. I would wake up, iron and listen to music, something nice would happen which I'd enjoy immensely, may be a concert like the one we had at JU, with the three of us that day. Might even like to meet S. Basically an extra day would be nice.